Letters to Penthouse XII

by Letters to Penthouse XII- It Just Gets Hotter (epub)

  She made little sighing sounds, so I could tell she liked what I was doing. After a few minutes she said, “Have you got any grease? I like to be good and slippery when a guy fucks me back there.”

  “Uh, I don’t know,” I said.

  “Check the nightstand drawer in the bedroom. That’s where Billy keeps it.”

  Now I was, even more impressed with my buddy. I couldn’t believe that he had actually butt-fucked this beautiful brunette before. Hell, I couldn’t believe that I was going to do it!

  She stepped out of her bikini bottom and led me by the hand into the bedroom. She pulled out a drawer and produced a half-empty tube of K-Y while I got out of my shorts. She handed me the tube men knelt on the mattress on all fours. Her bare ass was stuck up in the air in invitation.

  I squeezed some lube in my hand and rubbed it up and down the length of my cock. Then I pressed the tube’s tip against her asshole and squeezed out another big dollop. Before it could roll down, I was on my knees behind her in bed. I pushed myself against her tight rim and started slipping inside her asshole, amazed by the warmth and feeling.

  “Oh yeah,” she groaned when I worked my cock all the way in. “That feels so damned intense. Now fuck my asshole, dude. Give it a good, hard fucking.”

  We were so well-lubed that my cock easily slid in and out of her backside. Almost immediately after I penetrated her brown-eye, I was able to ream her completely. Our bodies made loud, sexy slapping sounds as I fucked her. My nuts were drawn up tight against the base of my stalk, and they were dying to release their- load. I wanted to come so bad that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Take it all up your ass,” I said, thrusting my dick deep into her hole. She clawed at the sheets and grunted in satisfaction as I popped my wad.

  We lay together afterward, exhausted and still half-stoned. Eventually I helped her out of bed and we took a shower together. She washed my cock, and I cleaned up her crack.

  After promising to be back the next day for more partying, she headed out the back gate of the beach house and down the sidewalk. Another girl was under the outdoor shower by then. I watched her turn back and form under the water, and felt my dick getting hard all over again.—B.S., Wildwood, New Jersey

  SOMETIMES THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE REALLY ARE FREE

  I run a printing shop and was taking a box of fliers to a customer in a pretty seedy neighborhood. Work had been kind of busy all day and I didn’t have the chance to make the delivery run until after closing time. That’s how I found myself on a street lined with prostitutes. I’ve never paid a woman for sex before, but when you’re actually looking at a bunch of half-dressed beauties who will do practically anything for a fee, it’s mighty easy to be tempted.

  The girls who were facing away from me interested me the most. I’m an ass-man, so for me it’s what’s around back that counts. And most of those girls were an ass-man’s dream come true.

  The hookers were trying to show off as much of their merchandise as possible without actually getting naked. That meant the hems of their miniskirts were cut right up to the bottom curves of their ass-cheeks, sometimes higher. Other girls wore short-shorts that looked as if they had been applied with spray paint. Some of them wore some really sexy shoes that ranged from six-inch spike heels to white-vinyl go-go boots to retro platform shoes. A big-busted brunette had on a pair of black patent-leather boots that laced up all the way to her thighs.

  I slowed my car to a crawl, taking in the show. I wanted to run my tongue up every sexy pair of legs I saw and bury my face in the deep canyons of their ass-cracks. I daydreamed about licking their butts, rimming their rec-tums and plunging my fuck-pole into their asses so I could ride them all night long.

  A blonde stepped toward my car, swinging her hips. She stood out from the others because she looked so innocent, as fresh and wholesome as an Iowa homecoming queen. Below the neck, though, she was definitely built for sex. She was wearing a corset that pushed her big tits up and out. I could see the top curves of her pink nipple halos. Her belly was bare, and she was dressed in a miniskirt that was so short I could see the crotch of the red leather G-string she wore under it. Her legs were flawless—long and smooth and tan. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers and some matching white ankle socks. Imagining the great ass that had to go along with the rest of this package was enough to make my dick throb.

  All of my reservations about paying for sex flew right out the window. I was about to ask her price when I heard a siren -wailing down the other end of the block. Suddenly three police cruisers had appeared there, about ten cars behind me. Cops were hurrying out of them and rounding up girls.

  The blonde jumped into my passenger seat and said, “Get the fuck out of here, now!” She put her foot on mine to jam down the gas pedal and we shot through the intersection. I barely missed hitting a semi tractor-trailer truck before turning down a side street and finally ducking inside a parking garage. Amazingly, we hadn’t been followed.

  “Thanks for saving my ass,” the blonde said. “That was some pretty fancy driving back there.”

  My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. All the excitement made me even more eager to fuck her. Hoping she might give me a taste of the ass I had saved, I asked, “So do I get a reward?”

  She thought about it for a second, then shrugged and said, “Sure, why not? One good turn deserves another, right?” She leaned toward me and started to undo my zipper.

  I watched her take my cock out and start sucking it. She knew what she was doing, really moving her tongue. I’d never had a better blowjob in my life, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

  “I want your asshole,” I said. “I want you to get on your knees, stick your ass in my face and hold your cheeks as wide apart as you can so I can lick you.”

  The blonde took her mouth away from my dick. She got a real bossy look on her face. I’ve noticed that girls who find out that a guy is into anal stuff often adopt that kind of superior attitude. They like to flex their muscles with men like me, and I don’t mind that one little bit.

  “Okay, but you’d better do a good job,” she said, getting into position. “I don’t let just anybody do that kind of thing. It usually costs a lot extra.” She hiked her miniskirt around her waist and peeled her G-string away from her heavenly bunghole. She must have been one of those hookers who does a good job of tidying herself up after each customer, because her crack was clean and fresh. Her asshole was wonderfully warm when I licked it. I lapped up and down at her raised maroon ring, then I took the big plunge.

  “Jesus,” she sighed as I rooted my tongue right up her asshole. “That feels good. Really fucking good.” She rotated her hips and pressed her butt harder against my face.

  “I’ll bet you take it up the ass a lot, don’t you?” I fingered her asshole a little, seeing how much give it had. It had plenty.

  “Yeah, I do,” she said, getting ready for what was about to come. “Most of the other girls I know don’t like it too much, but I get off on guys fucking my ass.”

  “Then let’s get in the back of the car.”

  “Here, you’ve got to use this,” she said, pulling a rubber from her purse, “otherwise it’s no go.”

  I knew that wearing a condom was all for the best, and I didn’t feel like making a big deal out of it.

  She knelt down on all fours in the back seat. I got behind her and undid my pants. The rubber seemed to be covered with a lot more lube than I was used to, but I figured that was probably a good thing too. I rolled it down my stiff cock, then positioned my dick-head against her stutter. Her anus eased open like the petals of a pink flower.

  The hooker let out a deep, hoarse moan as I pushed my prick up her ass. It took a couple of good hard strokes to finally sink it all the way in. She seemed to like having my cock inside her ass, and she started purring like a happy kitten. Then she let the feeling take over and started getting into it.

  The way she clamped down on my cock with her sphincte
r drove me wild. She reached around and grabbed hold of my dick, jerking me off every time I pulled out. I knew she was a pro because I was ready to come sooner than I ever have before. When I finally exploded, I felt so lightheaded that I thought I’d pass out.

  Afterward I drove her to her apartment. She had pulled her miniskirt back down into place so that it covered her crotch, but she didn’t put her G-string back on. Instead, she handed it to me when she got Out of the car. “Here’s a little something to remember me by,” she said, dangling it against my mouth.

  As if I’d ever forget—F.S., Brooklyn, New York

  HIS IOB IS DELIVERIES, BUT HE’S ALSO GOOD AT PICKUPS

  I’m a delivery guy for a mattress store. Most people don’t bother to tip me when I drop off their merchandise because they know it’s not really necessary. But I’ve found that establishing a “personal connection” with customers is usually a good way to make them reach for their wallets before I leave.

  The easiest way is by saying something about their T-shirts. Most people sitting around the house waiting for a delivery are dressed pretty casual. That usually means they are in jeans and a T-shirt. If their shirts say something—and they usually do—then making a reference to them can kick off a conversation. I can say I like the rock group, I drink the beer or I use the running shoes whose name is emblazoned across the customer’s chest.

  Yesterday I was making deliveries alone because my helper was out with a bad back. Moving bed sets solo is a bitch but at least the dispatcher didn’t stick me with any king-sizes. I showed up at a house where a cute blonde answered the door. She wore baggy grey sweatpants and a rock concert T-shirt a size too small, so it showed off her flat little tummy.

  I’ve heard guys say that sometimes what is sexy isn’t what you can see, but what you can’t. This girl proved the truth of that statement. I could tell from her slender arms and narrow face that her legs must be exactly the kind that I like—the long, skinny, Ally McBeal type. But she also had a perfect “bubble-butt” that her sweatpants couldn’t hide.

  “Can you carry that all by yourself?” she asked, obviously impressed by seeing me with her queen-sized box springs on my back.

  “Sure, just show me where it goes,” I grunted.

  She scurried to lead me through the living room. Her shirt was short enough and her sweatpants rode down far enough for me to see the dimples at the tops of her ass cheeks.

  Her bed was already together, slats and all. I flopped the box springs onto the frame, got the mattress from the truck and put it on top. The Ally lookalike smiled, gave a cute shrug, said, “Thanks a lot,” but didn’t seem to be in any big hurry to get rid of me.

  I decided to use my T-shirt tactic, not because I wanted a tip, but because I wanted to stare at her for as long as I possibly could before leaving. “I love XTC,” I said, pointing to the 80’s band’s logo on her shirt. “Are you a fan?”

  Her face lit up. “Oh, absolutely! You know XTC? They’re kind of obscure these days. My big sister turned me on to them when I was a kid. Here, let me show you my tattoo.”

  She turned sideways and pushed down the back of her sweatpants, which made my mouth drop open. Almost her whole ass was hanging out. The thong of her black G-string panties disappeared between her buttcheeks. She pointed out a small “XTC” tattoo on her smooth right flank.

  “That’s really sexy,” I said. “Here, let me show you my tattoo, since you showed me yours.” I pushed my pants and boxer shorts to my knees. My dick was more than halfway hard, bouncing up and down with a pulse of its own.

  If I had misjudged this sexy Ally clone, I would be in some deep shit. But I figured anybody willing to show her ass to a stranger also liked fucking around.

  “I don’t see any tattoo,” she said, smirking in an amused way. She was staring at my dick and grinning like a nasty little slut.

  “Try looking closer,” I urged, stepping forward. She reached out and took my prick in one hand, stroking it I leaned over and kissed her full lips. I reached down inside her sweatpants and her skimpy panties, probing her pussy lips with my index finger. She was already getting wet. Musclebound guys like me have that effect on chicks sometimes, especially chicks who enjoy staring at strange men’s cocks.

  We made out that way for a few minutes, with me finger-fucking her pussy and her tugging on my cock. Then she looked up at me and said, “I like it from behind.”

  Just like that, no preliminaries—my kind of girl. She glanced at her bed. “That new mattress is so high I’ll bet I can lean over it and you can fuck me standing up,” she said.

  She turned around, bent over at the waist so her upper body rested on the mattress.

  I went to my knees behind her so I could tug down her sweatpants and her G-string panties. Her legs were per-fect, slender and smooth. I lifted one of her legs at a time so I could slip off her little running shoes, her white ankle socks, her sweat pants and panties. I wanted her to be completely naked below the waist for me.

  I guided my tongue from her skinny thighs up across one butt cheek and then inward toward the small of her back. I flicked at each of her dimples, then made my way down into her crack. At first I glided past her asshole without stopping there on my way to her pussy. I probed around in that musky split for a few minutes tasting her wetness. She said, “Ohhhh,” drawing it out like that. Sexy.

  I ran my tongue back to her butthole. When I rooted inside her, she wiggled around and said, “My God, what are you doing?”

  She didn’t sound like she wanted me to stop though. Her breath was coming in little gasps, like she was surprised and excited at the same time.

  “I want to fuck you in your beautiful little asshole,” I said. Then I went back to licking her.

  “Well, if you start with my pussy, maybe I’ll let you stick your dick in my butt a little. But not all the way in.”

  That sounded good enough for me. I stood and slipped my cock into her cunt from behind. She reached between her legs and diddled her clit while I fucked her. Girls who take charge of their own pleasure that way always impress me.

  The whole time I was boning her pussy, I was staring down at her irresistible asshole. I liked the way it flexed open and closed a little each time I pushed into and pulled out of her cunt After five minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer for what I wanted.

  I slipped my cock out of her sopping pussy, put my well-greased cockhead up to her asshole and pressed against the starburst opening. When I started pushing inside, my new fuckmate said, “Just put the head in. I can’t take a whole cock. My ass is too small.”

  Sure, I was disappointed, but I’m not one of those jerks who tries to get away with more than he should and ends up ruining a beautiful friendship. If all she wanted was the head of my cock, that’s all I would give her. She was tighter than any girl I had ever butt-fucked. Even with my cockhead covered with pussy cream I had a tough time getting inside her anus.

  But man, was it worth it. Once inside, the heat and tightness of her asshole was almost more than I could take. You know how sensitive your dick feels after you’ve just come in a girl’s mouth and she keeps on sucking you? That’s what this was like.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I said, gently pumping the end of my dick in and out of her ass. I never went in more than two inches but that was enough. Her anus gripped my cockhead like a vacuum seal. Each shallow thrust into her wide-stretched hole brought me closer to coming.

  She bit down on the covering of her new mattress while I pumped her butt. Seeing her do that made me come. I squirted juice into her asshole with such force that it went much, much deeper into her than my cock itself had gone.

  When I finally pulled out of her butt, she scooted up onto her new mattress, curled into a fetal position and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

  I left her that way and headed back to my truck. I was the one who had ended up giving the customer a tip for a change, but I couldn’t complain.—D,W., Boise, Idaho

  THIS KIND
OF WORKOUT WORKS BEST WHEN YOU’RE ALREADY “HARD”

  The “Employees Only” door at the back of my sporting goods store has a one-way mirror that lets me observe potential shoplifters without them being able to see me. But this week I discovered a new use for it.

  Women occasionally come in wearing exercise leotards. It’s hard not to stare at some of them, especially the ones whose bodies are so perfect they could star in their own aerobics videos. Girls who don’t want to be ogled never wear exercise togs showing off their bodies that blatantly, so I don’t feel guilty about enjoying the view.

  Some guys like the way these girls’ overdeveloped tits stretch the tight fronts of their outfits. Others enjoy the look of skin-tight spandex on their long legs. What I like best are the narrow thongs around back that separate a girl’s ass cheeks.

  A girl came in last week who looked as if she had just stepped from the pages of an X-rated Marvel comic. Her neck-to-toe purple leotard outfit was so form-fitting that it left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I could see the impressions of not only her stubby nipples, but the raised halos around those swollen tips. The crotch of her outfit revealed the split between her bulging pussy lips, and her legs looked as if they had been spray-painted.

  When I asked if I could be of any assistance she said, “Just looking.”

  “You and me both, baby,” I thought. Nobody else was in the store. I tried being subtle about staring at her ass as she walked around but she kept catching my eye and looking annoyed.

  I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could impress her with small talk and get her to agree to a date. She was way out of my league. Legs like hers were probably used to being wrapped around the backs of male models and movie stars.

  She walked to a row of Stairmasters. “Can I try these out for a few minutes?” she asked.

  “Sure, take all the time you want,” I said. “I’ve got to make a phone call in the back. Just let me know if you need anything.”